This is a song about "Over sea"

Go grab your #diapers.. you'll just make a sea

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Emerging from the sea

Cause time is money

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts